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[a_lonely_scribe]

Respite at 3am

it caresses softly, hands trailing
over spent muscles and aching joints;
soft reverberations of lullabies
long since sung of dreams faraway
from nights sandy-eyed, flagging
under cups of lukewarm coffee
flogged by essays and sentence structures
minds clicking at one thirty beats per minute
feeling the echoes of sleep calling with
lewd glances

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[bornwylde]

Hello again.
I've been a bit of a phantom...although I have decided to apparate.
Simply wondering what you're up to and how you are.

[a_lonely_scribe]

Whoooaaaaa. People still read this?
And by people... I suppose I just mean randomly you.

I am up to work. And I am here and there. Neither happy, nor sad. Just *am*. I am waiting for something, but I am not sure what it is. Everyday I look towards the metaphorical horizon for *something*, hopefully I'll know what the something is and not just pass it by without realising that it is the *thing*. I spend half my days at work. A quarter of them on the bus. A quarter of them at Kelly's. I write, and I read and I dream. Lots of dreaming.
I am going to Ireland/Scotland at the end of July. At the beginning of September I am finally accomplish my goal of escaping this city, and will be spending the next four years in Sydney, Cape Breton, Nova Scotia studying Folklore.
I still want to find faeries and magic, and perhaps more importantly I am still determined to have a book (or two... or lots) published.

I suppose that is my life as it stands now.
How about you Sam? What are you up to and how are you?

[bornwylde]

Hahahaha not really look so much as glanced at with a passing thought

[a_lonely_scribe]

Good? Good?! Work is a vampire that sucks me dry. Bone dry. It is bringing me back to a "hate life" stage. But I suppose that that is neither here nor there really. I need the money too badly not to work.

I am going to be attempting to write some more poetry with formal structure and meter. Sonnets. Triolets. Villanelles. Sestinas. Elegys maybe eventually. But also keep up the free verse. Of course. I haven't written much of anything for near a month.

I am thinking that I will never see Hamilton as a burden. I did grow up here afterall. It is in my blood.

I never want anything else than my dreams.

Hope everything goes well in your move to California. And when are you starting school?

I'lla talk to you later.